Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Visage,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.